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 If Love is a wine, it is a communion wine,—to me,—and I taste it on my knees.

"For I am,Sacredly, "YOUR MARNA."

" strongest! What a ruby is thy love for me! My letters seem paler than tourmalins beside yours. And yet—and yet I am not sure: I think they love you more than they show; but not more than I hoped you would see without the showing. Try to see! Try to understand

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": I have just got Father's letter agreeing to the West Sanchester plan. He says you have closed the lease of the Dowe Cottage for him for August and September. He asks me if I would like to have him invite you there for two weeks to stay with us. I am writing him by this mail. I said I would try to put up with it.

"Mr. Herwin, will you be my father's guest and mine, and the ocean's, for half the month of August, at Sanchester?

"I hope we shall not quarrel. We never were under the same roof for twenty-four hours.